I happened across some more spare time at school on Thursday. It's happening a lot.

Shepard and Miranda collapsed when brought aboard the Normandy. Both were visibly weakened by whatever happened on the planet below. It seemed that the entire crew of the Normandy had come to the CIC; evidently, they had all heard the radio, and wanted to know what happened. Doctor Chakwas pushed to the front of the crowd.

"We need to get you both to the Infirmary," She said, trying to lift Miranda. She stood up, and Shepard followed. Murmurs went through the crowd.

"What happened?"

"Didn't Kasumi go with them?"

"Alright. The commander and operative need to be medically examined," the doctor said as she lead the two through the crowds. "Any questions can be answered LATER." The trio reached the elevator, and waited for it to arrive. Jacob chose this moment to come out of the armory. He looked for Shepard, and went straight to him.

"Where's Kasumi?" He asked. Chakwas tried to send him away.

"Please lieutenant; this is not the time..." Chakwas began, but Jacob cut her off.

"Where is she?" he asked again, stepping towards Shepard.

"Please lieutenant…"

"It's ok doc," Shepard said. "The elevator's slow again. Jacob," Shepard took a breath, as if what he was about to say was difficult. "There was an ambush. It was obviously a trap. Kasumi was taken- she was clearly the target."

"Who took her? Why didn't you go after her?" Jacob asked, tears forming in his eyes. The elevator came, and Miranda entered. Shepard stepped around Jacob, putting a hand on Jacob's shoulder.

"I'm sorry Jacob. There was nothing we could do." Jacob made to follow Shepard, but Chakwas stopped him.

"No lieutenant. I need to examine them." She entered the elevator. Jacob turned around, and saw the whole CIC staring at him.

"What?" he asked the crowd and the tone of his voice caused everyone to look anywhere but at him. He walked to the armory; once inside, his emotions came out.

"EDI, don't let anyone walk in here." Better stop anyone seeing me like this.

"Very well Lieutenant," EDI said in her synthetic voice. Jacob sat on the floor of the armory, and held his head in his hands. Why? Why did THEY return and not Kasumi? What on earth happened on that planet? The door chimed, bringing Jacob out of his thoughts.

"Jacob, are you ok?" Jacob recognised the voice- Kelly. Only she could sound so bubbly now. He raised his head, but didn't respond.

"Jacob, I know you're in there. It would be better if you talked to someone…"

"Go away Kelly," Jacob said a bit more harshly than he should have. He presumed that Kelly left, as he received no more requests to talk. He returned his head to his hands, crying softly.

"Where are you Kasumi?"

Dim lights. A solitary chair, sitting in the middle of a square room no more than two metres high, with a figure on it. The figure is slumped over, with their chin on their chest. The figure is chained to the chair by her legs, and her hands are tied behind her. There is no hope for escape. The door suddenly opens: the figure raises her head, still feelings the effects of being drugged. She cannot tell who has entered the room, as her vision is blurred. She thinks she can see ten men, but doubts that that is right.

"Good to see you are awake Kasumi Goto." The voice caused the figure to raise her head. Even though she could not see clearly see, she knew who it was by the distinct voice.

"Donovan Hock," she spat, the memories of their last encounter still fresh in her mind. "I thought I crashed your gunship." Hock simply laughed.

"You may have crashed my gunship, but I survived."

"How? I saw the explosion with my own eyes."

"Your dear Shepard survived being spaced. Is it really improbable to assume that I could survive something as small as a gunship crash?" This sparked something in Kasumi's mind- I was here with Shepard and Miranda. Where are they?

"Where is Shepard? Where is Miranda? Why am I here?"

"Still impatient, aren't you?" he circled her as he spoke, and she followed him with her eyes. "You are the only one here. I didn't care to take your friends. You're the one I want."

"Why?" She had gotten dizzy from following him with her eyes; so she closed them. Hock stopped in front of Kasumi, and leaned in, about twenty centimetres from Kasumi's face. She opened her eyes when she felt his breath on her face.

"You know where Keiji's graybox is. I want it back." Kasumi laughed. Hock gave her a stern look, and stepped back. Kasumi stared at him with a look of disbelief on her face. Does he take me for a child?

"Yeah right. Like I would tell you."

"You will tell me!" Donovan raised his hand, as if to strike, but did not strike. He simply left it in the air, ready to strike. "Where is Keiji's graybox?"

"Hollie likes bacon," Kasumi said with a smile.

"Don't play with me Kasumi," he raised his hand, and brought it to within a foot of her face. Kasumi tensed, ready for the strike. He retracted his hand. He was visibly angry. "Tell me where the graybox is!"

"Hollie likes bacon." Hock grew impatient: he was sick of Kasumi's games. He picked up a pole that was in the corner of the room, and struck Kasumi's back with it.

"I don't want to wreck your pretty face." Instead of crying out, she smiled. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had caused her pain. Hock had a quizzical look on his face.

"Clearly you are not willing to talk. Perhaps…" he trailed off, tapping his chin.

"Perhaps what?" Kasumi asked. Hock simply walked into a corner in the room, and activated his radio.

"Conventional means are not working. Bring it in," Kasumi could not hear the voices on the other end, but clearly they did not agree with Hock. Whatever he wanted brought in, Kasumi wasn't sure that she wanted to see it. "Yes I'm sure! I'm in charge! Bring it NOW." He then walked back to Kasumi, placed a hand on each arm of the chair, and leaned in to her face again.

"You will talk Kasumi, and I will get that graybox."

Thanks for reading. Any reviews are welcome and appreciated.

The start of the second section is written like a Drell memory; this was not intentional. It just happened.

I was writing during class, and a girl on my table said "Can you include Hollie likes bacon?" so I did. Just something to mess with Hock's head.

Yeah, so maybe the "official" story is that Donovan Hock died. Maybe he wanted everyone to think that he was dead so that he could do things? Or maybe I'm just a crazy 17 year old girl who writes fan fiction. Most likely the latter.